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Loki was almost expecting to be met at the doors of the school by security, telling him he'd fucked up enough last week that he wasn't welcome back and they'd be filling his spot with educational movies about sexual education and not smoking. Luckily that wasn't the case and he was back in the classroom early enough to set up a few things for today's class.

Once everyone had arrived and was settled, he stood up and made his way to the front of the classroom. "Morning. I hope everyone slept well and wore clothes that they don't mind getting a little wet."

Oh, had he forgotten to warn them? Oh, darn.

"Once upon a time, a guy I worked went fucking insane," he said, almost fondly. "He got power hungry and that blinded him to what we were trying to accomplish. He lost my trust and then he lost his head."

Poor Bartleby.

"For him, losing my trust wasn't a huge thing because he really didn't give a fuck by then. He was too far gone, too uncaring about losing a friend he'd had for fucking centuries to really try and regain my trust." He was a little sore about that. "But, losing trust in a relationship often spells fucking doom. You're not going to work well with each other if you're constantly expecting your partner to stab you in the fucking back, literally or metaphorically."

He'd been stabbed in the back before. It fucking hurt like a mofo.

"Some may argue that it's possible to continue a working relationship without trust and they'd be right. Keep your friends close and your enemies fucking closer but it's not going to be a very productive relationship. When you trust someone, you trust them to have your back and your front. You trust them to buy you an extra fucking donut for breakfast and to cover your ass if the cops show up with a warrant for your fucking arrest. You really think someone who doesn't trust you isn't going to dime your ass out if that happens? Probably fucking not."

He'd known people like that too. Fucking jackasses.

"And, like everything in relationships, trust has to be gained and it has to be maintained. You can't just meet someone and the trust is there. It's a constant, ever evolving thing that can be destroyed in a matter of fucking seconds. Don't think that because you're pretty or you're smart, everyone's going to trust you. Work on it. Be conscious that it's an entity that can be your best friend or your worst fucking enemy and it's a fickle fucking beast."

Ah, personal experience. It helped so much in this class.

"For today, we're going to be doing two things. You can do one, you can do both, or you can just stare at me. Your choice. First activity is trust falls. Partner up with someone and take turns doing this. One person falls into the other person's arms blindly, essentially. You have to trust the other person to catch you. I don't want to see any sissy falling either. If I see it, you're going to be trust falling with me. The second activity is water gun Russian roulette."

Oh yes.

"It's amazing what you can get a nerd to rig for you." He pointed to an assorted row of bright pink water pistols that had been rigged up to work for this activity. "And I've gone behind him and rigged each water gun specifically for each student. You have to pull your water gun's trigger three times. If the water hits you, you lose. If it doesn't, you win. If you point the gun at me, you really lose. You might ask what this proves about trust, right? Well, you're just going to have to trust that I'm a nice guy and didn't want to get any of you wet."

He wasn't a nice guy and most of those were rigged to spray water but he could still lie like a fucking rug.

"You have to trust your partner for the trust falls and you have to trust me for the water gun fun. Get to it."

Once he was done rambling, he leaned against the edge of his desk and waited for the class to start the activities.

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She grinned at him mischievously and leaned forward to peer into his face for a few moments, blue eyes bright.

"Hmmm. I don't think you will," she observed as she stepped back.

"The only question now is which one of us goes first."

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"With that look, think I'll let you go ahead," Griff replied, taking the mischievous look as likely to see how hard he'd hit the ground.

She rolled her eyes a little; as if she'd drop him. She liked him.

Then she put her back to him, closed her eyes, and crossed her arms.

"Are you ready?"

Call him nervous of letting go of control.

He held out his arms, ready to catch her, and hoping he didn't miss somehow and drop her because that would be typically awful. "Ready!"

She gave a quick nod before pushing with her toes, tipping herself just enough to send her falling in a straight fall back.

She trusted him. Even if it was foolish and she probably shouldn't have. Something told her she could and as it had kept her alive the last month or so, she was going to listen to it.

Not so surprisingly, he managed to catch her, his hands stopping her descent with contact at her shoulder blades.

"Seems you were right to trust me after all."

She tipped her head up to grin at him as she stepped back to regain her footing.

"Seems I was," she agreed before slipping away and spreading her hands.

"Your turn."

Closing his eyes and just trusting? He felt some part of his chest tighten in response, but it wasn't for fear of falling, not at all.

"Right, my turn." He turned his back to her and took a breath as he crossed his arms as she'd done a moment before. A worried glance over his shoulder, "You sure you're ready?"

She nodded, giving him an encouraging smile as she, well, she had a very good idea that this might be hard for him; her own trials had been more bizarre, but at least she'd had Eliot. Someone to catch her.

She reached up to give his shoulder a soft squeeze before pulling back.

"Ready," she told him.

"Right."

He leaned back on his heels and teetered toward the floor, accelerating at a speed of 32 feet per second per second.

And she caught him.

It was simple enough, really, and she didn't let him fall all that far since she figured that was for the best. He wasn't that heavy, of course, so it wasn't too hard to pull one arm out as she got him back upright to try and ruffle his hair.

If he caught her, so be it.

He laughed at her, regaining his footing, his wild hair ruffled out of place.

"Hey now, turnabout's fair play!" Griff had a hand raised and fully capable of hair tousling.

She grinned and danced back a step to at least give him a challenge. But he was welcome to try.

"That's right, hop away," he grinned. "I'll try you when you're not expecting it."

She raised an eyebrow at that.

"Oh, is that so? Shall I be peeking over my shoulder for you, then, worrying for my poor hair?"

Which was silly since it was just curls. They might fall quite a bit more attractively than the crazy frizz she'd had before her fifteenth birthday, but it was hard to muss up curls, as far as she was concerned.

"That's it precisely," Griff told her, his look not at all fear-invoking. "Good luck catching me."

"Well, are you going to be fair or unfair?" she asked with a little tilt of her head.

"Depends on who all's around," he answered.

"So I might want to wander into the preserve one of these days?" she questioned him, "to get a nice fair/unfair game of tag? Or the beach again?"

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"The preserve offers a good deal more shelter for games," he reasoned. "You actually be up for that?"

She nodded.

"Why not?"

She quirked her head to the side.

"Are you?"

It was his element and no one was tracking him here. At least not yet.

"Me? I was made for this game."

"Then I guess we'll have to play it sometime soon," she said with a smile.

She needed to get better about that kind of thing anyway. And it should be fun.

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